Did we not agree to stop posting drunk? We didn't actually - and promises are not always promises.

Flogging Molly at Rothbury. Pretty sweet, should I pack my steel toes boots?

I've started writing again. I love it.
It's nothing I would ever show to anyone but relieves stress better than any Rx drug.

Perhaps a novel someday, but everything always is, and everyone writes novels these days. So fashionable...

I wish my ex would have appreciated my academia more than he had, you know critiqued my shit. But I spose he wished he had a girl who was a geologist or something... still.

Common interests are uncommon.

As for boys I have none right now.

I haven't slept with (or talked to) the boy who'd pissed in my bed.. well, after he pissed in my bed. But what would you do in that situation?
I make jokes about him now. He ruined my feather cover!!

And the other boy, the socialist Athiest NPR comedic cute boy who claimed we were soul mates a year ago... lives in Springfield for the summer. I have a mini crush on him. But I won't see him for a few months, so let's see.

Who knows.
Let's get drunk and write a novel, yes?
Something postmodern